Chapter 8

• The red eyes of his wolf became unfocused for a second and I tried to right myself but then they refocused and my heart jumped to my throat.
• “You’ve been rather elusive –“ The blood rushing to my head drowned out the rest of his statement.
• I staggered, gripping the chair closest to me as my knees buckled. A sudden fire roared in my guts, spreading up to my head and down to my toes. Clenching my teeth and my fists, I fought down the pants rising from my chest.
• My vision blurred. My teeth bit into my lips until I tasted blood. My entire body felt too hot for me. I’d felt nothing like this before – not even a tenth of this. I was burning from the inside out; tossed right into hell.
• Would I die a slow death after burning from inside? Was that my fate?
• “Ha, these bastards.” The Alpha’s pants reached me from a faraway place. “Shit – Hell – You –“ He hissed then groaned. “You have to come to me.” I heard his distorted voice that seemed to come from a long distance away.
• My hazy gaze cleared a bit and my eyes met with the cursed alpha’s. He looked as hot as I felt, his brows furrowed as if in pain and his teeth biting into his lower lip. His eyes were a swirling grey and I wondered if I hallucinated the initial red.
• “I’ve received warmer welcomes,” he said with a strained smile.
• “I – Sorry – I –“ I backed away as the heat inside me rose.
• “Didn’t think –“ He gasped and then moaned.
• Oh, goddess. Why did that make me burn hotter? Why, oh why, was this happening? My distorted mind flashed back to the drink I stupidly downed earlier, thinking of a quick death and I recoiled.
• It was no secret that the cursed alpha detested the opposite sex. If I touched him, if I even dreamt of touching him, he could snap my neck in the blink of an eye.
• Then, did Jackson send me here to die?
• “It’s suffocating,” the Alpha groaned, and then he stretched out a hand to me. “Come here.” My body reacted as if remote-controlled.
• If my wolf had been awake, I may have had stronger willpower but she seemed to have fallen into a dead sleep. Thus, whatever drug in my system chipped away at my reasoning with alarming speed.
• A part of me knew better than to approach him. The dull sirens in my mind alerted me to the dangers of touching this man. He didn’t seem to be in his right mind at that moment but I knew his reputation. Even if he stretched out a hand to me, I should not take it. I would be unable to bear the repercussions but I approached him and I took his outstretched hand.
• I gasped as the ground went out from underneath me as I was pulled into the bed. My entire body trembled and I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or fear as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
• His weight pressed me into the bed, his hands on my waist and a very obvious erection grinding against my thighs. I let him capture my lips with his, fighting down a shiver as he bit down. He ground harder against my thigh and a moan slipped from my mouth into his. Heart racing, I wrapped a hand around his neck as the last bit of my senses slipped away, replaced by unadulterated lust.
• I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a perfectly chiselled chest that had me drooling. He looked good enough to taste so bracing myself on my elbows, I pressed my tongue against a nipple and he hissed. Fueled by that single reaction, I sucked harder. He groaned before pushing me away.
• “You – ha – don’t rile me up any more than I already am,” he groaned.
• Breathing hard, I wet my swollen lips, reaching for him. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above me, pulling down the flimsy stretch of material covering me.
• I shivered at the look in his eyes. He looked ready to devour me and rather than fear, this time, I felt excitement pool in my guts. I shivered, anticipating being devoured.
• “Ha, please –“ When he kissed my neck, my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. “Please, Valens,” I called his name like we were equals as we both burned.
• The rest of the night passed in a frenzy. I didn’t remember the details of it but the horror that flooded my veins the next morning almost had me throwing up.
• “You are dead.” Those were the first words that slipped from my lips the next morning. Holding the sheets up to my chest, I stared up at the ceiling, swallowing through the dread choking me. “You are so dead, Chantelle.”
• Pushing the covers aside, I gradually slunk out of the bed and then I rubbed my knuckles into my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming but my eyes were clear. I was wide awake and staring at the sleeping face of the cursed alpha – a famed murderer.
• “No. no way.” Even as I shook my head, I was gathering my clothes and hustling into them in record time and without a single sound.
• The cursed alpha prince hated women. It was a well-known fact. Whether it was a side effect of his curse or not, he steered clear of the opposite sex. Rumour had it that he once cut off a woman’s hands for daring to touch him without permission. Of course, I never believed such a rumour but I was not about to wait around to find out the truth for myself. Holding my shoes in my hands, I tiptoed out of the room and then raced to the elevator and out of the pack house.
• The streets were empty so early in the morning – a morning after a ‘peaceful invasion.’ With numerous scenarios of my gruesome death playing in my head, I ran to my father’s house.
• My father was indifferent to the world but he was the only person I could turn to. He may turn me away with a shrug, still, I sought him out. Letting myself into the house, I ran up to my former room and changed into old clothes, ignoring the blood stain on the floor.
• “What are you doing here?” I turned to see my father standing at the door with a cup of tea in his hand.
• “D – Dad – I need your help. Please – please –“ I fell to my knees before I could think. “Please, even if you hate me – Just once – Just this once – for my mother – for your mate – please, help me just this once. I beg you – please.”
• If I had begged Jackson like this, maybe he would not have done what he did to me. He may not have sent me to death’s door. My father was my last option so I could not afford to not beg. If he turned me out, it would truly be the end.
• “Hey –What the hell are you doing? Stand up. Stand up!” He pulled me to my feet, almost wrenching my arm out from how hard he pulled. “What the hell happened?”
• “I’m screwed, Dad,” I choked as the waterworks flowed down my cheeks. “I – I need to leave,” I stuttered, looking around the place as if expecting the cursed alpha to suddenly appear in front of me. “Please – Is there any way you can help me – I need to leave. Please.”
• “Calm down and speak slowly.”
• “He – He’s going to kill me. I have to leave,” I repeated those words over and again until my father handed me a wad of cash.
• “What are you going to do with it?” He asked as I stuffed it into the bag with old clothes.
• I didn’t have a destination in mind, could not tell what the future had in stock for me but I knew I had to leave. So, with no concrete plan in mind, I fled the only home I ever had.